"For I won't have you or any man lay hands on me--not even in fun." "All right," said Rufus.
He thrust his hands deep into his pockets as if to remove all cause of offence, and was rewarded by a swift smile from Columbine.

The storm had blown away.
"I'll lay for four after all," she said, as she whisked out of the room.
Rufus was still seated in solitary state in the kitchen when Mrs.Peck returned from the little coffee-room where she had been serving her guest.
She peered round with caution ere she came close to him and spoke.
"It's as you thought.

He don't want to go with either you or Adam." Rufus's face remained unchanged; it was slightly bovine of expression as he received the news.

"We'll both get to bed in good time then," was his comment.
Mrs.Peck's smooth brow drew in momentary exasperation.

She had expected something more dramatic than this.
"I'm glad you're so easily satisfied," she said.